A Venomous Ode To A Venomous Lady Disguised As A Victimised Angel Poem by Souren Mondal

Loving you was like a
particle dancing around gaily an event
horizon,
Fearing not the eventual spagatification
despite the dejà vu of someday
hoping an enouement might be necessary.

While I drowned and drowned
into that deep abyss of your
mysterious words,
half lies told in earnest,
Half casual truths,
You never cared twopence about my demolition,
my degradation before you, and my destroyed heart.

Yea,
This is about you my girl with the glasses,
You talked to me in the classes,

I wrote you a poem,
I took your rejection,
I accepted your Love,
Love,
That was a gigantic lie,
just like the night you told me
a melodramatic overexpression
that maimed me for life.

Your love was a lie,
At best a whimsical thought,
But our friendship too?

Escitolopram, Venlafaxine, Fluoxetine Hydrochloride,
Clonazepam,
These are my new friends
alongside old pal Nicotine

But none run through my blood quite
like your words,
your lies,
Sweet, manipulative lady,
where art thou
But in myself?

Your lies are as ugly as your beautiful face,
Dangerous lady,
Where art thou?

Roaming across the street for your next victim,
spilling venom out of your mouth that tastes like honey.

The amount of love I gave you is
inversely proposional to the manipulation of
your charms,

Dark, ugly, ferocious lady in the
costume of a beautiful mirage,
Thy gait is well-balanced,
But thy path is ridiculous,

Digging your own grave with your own
lies,
What will lie beyond the horizon when
your charms will be gone?

Whom will you fool but yourself?
Who will drool over you,
but wolves with no love and only desire,

You've lost many and you will lose more,
when your body,
whipped by the strong blows of Time,
will no longer find pleasure in
games played in darkness...

With whom you'd talk about what a victim
you are,
Who will believe your lies?
Who will give you anything unless they
can receive something from you?

But it's your choice,
It's your life,
So,
Best of luck for thy future victims,
But remember,
False beloved, unworthy friend,
Every predator becomes a prey some day,
And you shall reap as you'll sow,
with no one to listen to you,
and no one to engage you in nonsensical conversations,
in the morning, evening or late at night,
Thou shalt live,

But live a life forbidden of happiness,
and will be abandoned,
Abandoned by those who had loved
you real,
And your biggest fear,
Your loneliness will grasp you with
it's claws,
And just like your false love,
and dark, sinister heart,
You'll have nothing but a false life,
Dark and sinister upon you,
For know this lady in
spectacles,
Lies do once come true...